My best friend's cat // Mashton

0.2

0.2 - Michael

Luke groaned as he woke up, his neck hurting from how he had slept. It hadn't been a smart thing to fall asleep on the couch, but he couldn't help it. Michael had been asleep on- wait.

Luke looked at his lap, noticing his fluffy white cat wasn't there anymore. He pouted, before stretching and getting up.

Some sounds came from his bedroom. Nothing much, but the typical sounds Michael made if he was playing with one of his cat-toys.

Since Luke needed something warm anyway -he had become really cold, which he blamed on Michael's absence- he had decided to check up on his favourite (and only) cat.

"Mikey," Luke cooed as he entered his room, frowning in confusion as he found his bed stripped of his duvet. He could clearly remember he had left his bed quite neat that morning.

He shook his head, going to look for a sweater, but freezing as he heard a whimper. A quite human-like whimper.

Luke slowly turned around, the whimper followed by another one, causing his eyes to move to the corner of his room, where there was a small space between his dresser and wall.

He wanted to call for Ashton, but he wasn't sure if he was even home yet. Luke had no idea what time it was, so he was basically alone. He wasn't planning on leaving his room, because the person -if there even was a person- could leave his room and disappear.

"Is -- is somebody here?" He questioned nervously, before scolding himself mentally at how stupid that was.

But, another whimper sounded, so he kind of praised himself. There definitely was someone.

"Who are you?" He then questioned, stepping closer to the corner.

He could already see his duvet, it making a lump in the corner of his room. One that was shaking a little.

"H-hello?" Luke was now stood in front of the person, his nerves disappearing a little as the person beneath the duvet squeaked as if in fear.

"I -- eh, I won't hurt you. I just wanna talk." Luke tried, stepping just a little closer and reaching down slowly. The person didn't move, just a soft whimper was heard.

Luke's hand reached the duvet, carefully pulling it back a little and gasping as it revealed a set of white cat-like ears. It couldn't be.

"W-what the..." Luke hesitated, before he pulled the duvet back even more, revealing a whimpering person with white hair. And white cat-ears. And he seemed to be naked. Or at least shirtless.

"Who are you?" He questioned, making the guy on the floor look up quickly, his -somehow familiar- light eyes meeting Luke's. However, he then shook his head and pulled the duvet tighter around him, as if he was cold.

"Are you -- do you have any clothes on?" Luke frowned, the guy seeming cold as he kept shivering beneath the blanket. The white haired person shook his head, gripping at the duvet as if to try and pull it closer.

"Wait a moment," Luke quickly moved to his dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers, some sweatpants and a random shirt, hoping it would fit.

He then moved back, looking at the poor shivering mess on his bedroom floor. "Hey," he whispered, hoping to calm the guy, "can you tell me your name?"

Light eyes met blue again, but the stranger shook his head and looked away.

As Luke looked over the white haired guy once more, he got this crazy idea. Which actually wasn't that crazy, because the guy in front of him had cat-ears for god's sake. Real ones.